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Sep 2016
Flee from me as far & gone as our needs must be -
To the distant stars & beyond; this, my plea to thee.
Keep from me worn & wan; My Grief, My Misery!

Life, was ******, & yet you still wish to make it so.
I bet you planned & set each manic scripted episode.
But, I'll be the man & get all I left back again tenfold.
Force from force must flow.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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